Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.